As the lone carrier elf uncovered the egg, he stepped back in surprise.
"Goodness!" he exclaimed, "It's huge!"
The egg certainly was huge, which was what most people would notice first. But it was also two different colors, white and gold, which was unheard of in all Dragon Rider history.
"What do we do?" the carrier elf asked.
"I… I don't know." He said, even though he should have known, him being the King and all. He was just simply stumped. He looked around Hall, hoping to find an answer to this question in the flowers. He reached out with his mind, sensing the plants and insects and animals in his Hall. He asked each one what he should do, but not one organism was forthcoming with an answer.
He started to reach farther, out to his forest, but he stopped himself. Plants could not solve this problem. He would become engrossed in the forest's life-force, and would be in a sort of a trance for weeks while his people needed him. The time of choosing a new Dragon rider was always harsh time on his people.
No. He would come up with an answer on his own.
"We will act like nothing is amiss. This is all perfectly normal. If anyone asks anything, deny that this is different. Announce that The Choice will begin tomorrow. I think Aranel Melwasúl is first up." He said, with so much conviction and confidence he almost convinced himself.
"Yes, Evandar-elda." The carrier elf bowed deeply and backed out of his Hall, leaving a huge egg and a very puzzled king behind.